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Sunday, September 7, 2014

Colloquy in Cold

It was nearing eventide, the quaint cafe at the end of the cobblestone road was nearly vacated. A band of youngsters were crooning to some soft acoustic music filling the café with mellow notes.

She was sitting across him nestling a cup of warm black coffee in the confines of her mitten covered palms. Winters, coffee, conversations and them, they were the only things that remained unchanged in a sea of time, careers and friendships. The only ones they looked forward to every year. One thing led to another, and laughter breezed through them.

"I suspect highly that sharing our feelings make us raw to being vulnerable. It’s better to not share because sometimes, some things are best locked in the crevices of our hearts and minds. You know it is not good when someone knows us to the point of vulnerability. It’s like they can exploit you and you can’t even put a stop to it," Ayah swift-ed the chat.

Having known each other for the past eight years he was not at all surprised by the sudden change in conversation. Yasin nibbled the last of his biscuit before reciprocating back to her.

"Sometimes you let people know you, and you do that to fight your own loneliness. Some might say, I prefer my solitude but aren't they the same people whose face lights up in the company of others. Aren't they susceptible to vulnerability? The smile that brightens their moment gives away more than words ever can. You know you aren't really vulnerable until you let yourself be."

"I wish I could hug you, but we both know how afraid I am. Afraid to trust someone all over again," she responded softly continuing to gaze outside seeing the rain loudly lashing the window pane.

16 comments:

This was like one of those snippets, where you just watch the snow fall outside your window, sipping on to your morning coffee, missing that some one special ... truly brilliant, beautifully enigmatic ... loved every bit of this post :-)

You know, if we let ourselves be vulnerable to someone worth in our life, they are the one who take care of even this vulnerability of ours and if there is something that makes it happen, it is trust. Although every single emotion of this post is well conveyed so that reader just finds a window to peep through.

Only a person with trust issues faces the fear of vulnerability and that fear is what makes them vulnerable emotionally. Trusting someone all over again is also a herculean task in these cases but at times all you need is space and understanding and the fear fades away. You know what went through my mind when i read this piece and I know what went through yours. Beautiful Write up :)

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